The yandere senior sister pretended to be stupid to trick me, it made me feel numb!

Chapter 814 Group One: The King of Imagination

The formation shattered in the last breath, and only then did everyone grit their teeth and burrow underground.

However, several people were swept away by the black sandstorm because they were not fast enough, and their fate was unknown. Yanlan's expression darkened slightly. Sure enough, the people who had gathered in such a short time were just a motley crew.

But that guy named Zhao Mu really impressed her; he was surprisingly decisive in his actions.

However, she was a little curious: was there really no danger beneath this desert?

The next moment, she realized that it wasn't that there was no danger, but that Zhao Mu had the strength to deal with it. She had found him a hundred feet below the desert.

He was surrounded by various ancient Kamakura desert creatures that were attacking him relentlessly, but he was like a tireless mechanical puppet, dealing with... or more accurately, constantly slaying these monsters.

What surprised her even more was that, under such dire circumstances, this guy not only had time to collect the dead demon beast materials, but also seemed to be getting stronger with each battle.

"Is this a way to hone oneself by using the monsters of the ancient Kamakura Desert?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yanlan's heroic eyes. She suddenly realized that they weren't all a bunch of rabble; at least there was this guy.

The four experts at the Fourth Extreme Realm, including Lü Ran, also noticed this scene and all showed surprise. They secretly decided that they would never provoke this boy, because he was just as at ease as the Little Sword King when facing the monsters of the Kamakura Ancient Desert.

Compared to these five people, the others were instantly stunned after disappearing underground.

"They said it wouldn't be as dangerous as a black sandstorm, so... uh~"

"Damn it, how can there be so many demonic beasts? Ahhh, what was that guy doing just now?"

"That person was clearly fine, so why did I encounter so many monsters? Damn you, God, you're so unfair!"

"..."

Beneath the vast expanse of the desert, where a black sandstorm was raging, only a few people, apart from Yanlan and the other four, noticed Zhao Mu's condition; the rest were struggling to cope.

What were merely sparring partners for Zhao Mu were extremely troublesome for them; a single misstep could cost them their lives.

Everyone was itching to curse.

That nobody was fine going down there, so why was it so dangerous when they went underground?

At this moment, the danger beneath the desert is not much less than inside the black sandstorm.

uh~

Ah ~

Screams filled the air as those who were not skilled began to scream in agony, eventually becoming food for the monsters.

The desert underground beneath the black sandstorm is equally turbulent.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, from both humans and monsters.

"Hold on, everyone. The black sandstorm will only last for an hour in the same place at most. Once we wait for an hour, we will be safe."

Yanlan transmitted her voice to everyone.

One hour...

Even the four fourth-level experts, including Lü Ran, looked troubled; the rest of the group were even more hesitant.

Only Zhao Mu faced the situation calmly.

"An hour? Then let's practice some more!"

Since he went underground, Zhao Mu realized that the danger of the black sandstorm was more for those at the Void Realm and the Four Extremes Realm. Even if it was difficult for them to escape or hold out until the black sandstorm moved away, their chances of survival were over 80%.

"It really is a strange place."

Zhao Mu shook his head and sighed. Upon closer examination, he realized that the black sandstorm was like a filter, kicking out all those who did not meet the requirements. Of course, this kicking by the black sandstorm was directly fatal.

"This little sword king is indeed quite something!"

Yanlan was observing him, and he could naturally observe her as well. In addition, he also gave a cursory glance to the four other four Extreme Realm experts, including Lü Ran.

Good heavens, those four fourth-level realm cultivators could hold their own, but it was clearly not an easy task for them. On the other hand, Yanlan handled it with ease.

"In fact, he hasn't even drawn his sword yet!"

Zhao Mu was quite surprised. He vaguely felt that this young sect leader of the Amorous Sword Sect, who carried two swords, might be even stronger than him. In other words, her true strength might be in the first tier of Yu Ying, Cang Ming, and Yin Yu.

"Wow, this place really is full of hidden talents!"

Upon realizing this, Zhao Mu remarked with emotion.

The black sandstorm was still raging, and the bloody slaughter below had not stopped for a moment. These originally scattered desert monsters, no matter how many died, would keep rushing over, as if they were being driven by a passive force.

"Huh? What's going on? The number of monsters has decreased!"

Just as Zhao Mu was puzzled, the next moment, after he killed the attacking demonic beasts, no more demonic beasts came to fill the gap. Instead, they all retreated.

"Could it be..."

Zhao Mu's heart stirred, and he quickly headed towards the surface. In just over a hundred feet, he broke through the sand in an instant.

Woohoo~

The desert was calm, as if washed clean, erasing all traces; the black sandstorm seemed as if it had never happened.

rub rub~

The next moment, people began to emerge from under the sand one after another.

Zhao Mu counted, and the team, which originally consisted of more than 30 people, now had only 12 left. It is worth mentioning that two of them had not had time to burrow underground before, in other words, they were still alive even though they were caught in the black sandstorm.

However, the probability of survival is significantly lower than that of burrowing underground.

"The losses are enormous!"

"More than 70% of them died!"

"Black sandstorm, terrifying indeed. We're so unlucky to have run into this thing."

"Thankfully, I survived."

"..."

Those who survive are indeed stronger and more composed than others, but the excitement and relief of surviving a disaster makes it perfectly normal for them to mutter a few words.

Before long, everyone's eyes were on Zhao Mu.

No one dared to treat him like a nobody anymore; this guy was playing dumb to get ahead!

Old Yin is one.

"Brother Zhao."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao."

"Fellow Daoist, you have impressive skills."

“…”

One by one, people came over to greet Zhao Mu, with the first one being Little Sword Wang Yanlan, which clearly elevated Zhao Mu's status within the team.

"Will the loss of so many people in the team affect the exploration of the ruins under the Black Sand Sea?"

Zhao Mu first smiled and responded to everyone, then asked Yanlan a question.

His question surprised the others.

It seems that Zhao Mu knows nothing about Kamakura Ancient Desert; otherwise, he would never have asked such a question.

But at the same time, it surprised them even more.

To rush into the ancient desert of Kamakura without first understanding its situation—how confident must one be in their own abilities?

With just this one sentence, they placed Zhao Mu on the same level as the Little Sword King.

"It doesn't matter."

Yanlan shook her head and said, "There are no requirements on the number of people required to explore any part of the Kamakura Ancient Desert. The reason we gathered together is simply to enhance our own competitiveness, nothing more."

"I see."

Zhao Mu suddenly realized that it all boiled down to four words: cannon fodder.